MAGA Cowards Run From Voters

As GOP lawmakers flee their own town halls, America finally sees the truth: tough-talking MAGA warriors turn tail when confronted by voters armed with facts, fury, and receipts.

Guest article by Michael Cohen. Follow him on Substack for more by clicking here.

If you want to know what fear looks like, you don’t have to look all the way to Ukraine or Gaza; just pop into a Republican town hall. There you’ll find your elected “warriors,” supposedly tough enough to take on “the radical left,” suddenly reduced to sweaty, stammering wrecks, glancing nervously at the exits like teenagers caught with a joint in Dad’s garage. Forget standing tall for the Constitution or for “their people.” These folks are just trying to survive the evening without being booed into oblivion.

Take Republican Representative Barry Moore of Alabama. The man strutted into his Daphne town hall puffed up like he was auditioning for a role as Trump’s court jester. He bragged about being “accessible,” and for about five minutes it played. Then came the reality check. The crowd—Republicans and Democrats alike—wasn’t there for selfies and slogans. They were there because their groceries cost more, their goods cost more, their lives cost more. And when Moore started parroting Trump’s fantasy about his “big, beautiful bill,” the mood turned faster than milk left out in the Alabama sun.

Moore tried spinning Trump’s deficit-ballooning giveaway to the wealthy as some kind of blessing for working families. The crowd laughed in his face. Booed him. Shouted, “You’re lying!” And then—my personal favorite—hit him with an Econ 101 pop quiz: “Who pays the tariff?” The poor guy stammered that it was shipping companies. The crowd roared back “YES!” when asked if they’d noticed inflation. He looked like a deer in headlights—except this deer was the one who wandered into traffic on purpose, wanting to be hit by a Mack truck.

It only got worse. Immigration. Social Security. Abortion. Every answer revealed Moore not as a leader but as a mouthpiece, regurgitating Trump talking points so divorced from reality that even his own constituents weren’t buying it. The climax came when he declared that only U.S. citizens are entitled to due process. Fifth and Fourteenth Amendments be damned. The crowd erupted into chants of “SHAME,” until Moore scurried out the back door like a cockroach fleeing the kitchen light.

But Moore’s not alone. GOP lawmakers all across the country are finding that the MAGA snake oil doesn’t sell like it used to—especially when people can’t afford their groceries. Elise Stefanik, the party’s designated attack dog, has been ducking and weaving around her district like a fugitive. When she does appear, she sticks to scripted remarks and carefully screened audiences because she knows damn well what happens when she faces a real crowd: the same anger, the same betrayal, the same questions she has no honest answers for.

Then there’s Mike Flood in Nebraska, who had his own polite “listening session” melt down once voters stopped listening and started asking: if tariffs aren’t costing Americans, why the hell are their grocery bills doubling? Flood tried his lawyerly smile, but when the applause lines turn into jeers, it’s hard to keep your composure.

Bryan Steil in Wisconsin has been faring no better. His district once thought they were electing Paul Ryan’s “sensible” heir. Instead, they got a spineless Trump cheerleader too scared to admit that tariffs are taxes, that cutting Social Security is theft, and that the GOP’s so-called “family values” agenda has left families broke, divided, and furious. Town halls in Wisconsin have become open-mic nights for voter outrage, with Steil gritting his teeth through lectures from retirees who actually read the Constitution he pretends to defend.

This is the pattern everywhere: Republican lawmakers tried to run home for recess, play big shots in their districts, and coast back to Washington after Labor Day. Instead, they’re discovering that voters are done being treated like background props in a Fox News set piece. People are angry—furious—that their representatives are prioritizing Trump’s ego and billionaire donors while their own kitchen-table realities are collapsing.

The irony? These lawmakers have spent years mocking Democrats as “coastal elites out of touch with real Americans.” But right now, it’s Republicans being booed by farmers, retirees, teachers, and small business owners—the very people they claim to champion. Turns out “real America” has no patience for being lied to about who pays tariffs, what Medicaid actually does, or whether due process is optional.

So what’s the GOP’s solution? Not honesty. Not courage. Certainly not leadership. No, the plan is the same one Barry Moore used: blame George Soros, cry about “activists,” and get the hell out of the room before the crowd gets even angrier.

That’s not representation. That’s not democracy. That’s cowardice. These so-called patriots have built their entire brand on swagger, toughness, and fighting “for the people.” Yet the second those people demand real answers, they bolt for the exit.

Make no mistake: the summer of 2025 will be remembered as the season Republican lawmakers stopped pretending they represented their districts. Their town halls became confessionals; not of sins, but of incompetence. And every one of those voters who chanted “shame” meant it. The GOP can either face that shame head-on or keep running out the back door. But the people? They’re not going anywhere.

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